Ok, so this is really short, and might seem odd, but I've just watched season four, and this popped into my head while I was watching the finale. It's kind of Alex/Izzie, and please don't be too harsh with reviews as this is the first main fic I've written for Grey's Anatomy.
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Izzie Stevens was jealous of Rebecca. She knew it wasn't rational to be jealous of a woman with severe mental issues, who'd had a hysterical pregnancy, and now seemed to have shut herself off from everything that was sane, but she was still jealous of her. She was jealous because Rebecca had Alex Karev to take care of her, and he was doing a better job than anyone, even Izzie, would have thought.
And all Izzie wished was that Alex had been like that with her when Denny died. Ok, so she hadn't had a breakdown, but she still hadn't been fine. She'd done nothing but bake muffins for two days straight, and none of her friends had helped her the way Alex was helping Rebecca. It made Izzie's heart ache, watching Alex sitting with Rebecca and talking to her about nothing that mattered, just to get her through the day. Watching Alex feeding Rebecca should have made Izzie glad she wasn't in such a state, had never been in such a state, but all it made her feel was this burning, irrational jealousy, because all she had wanted when Denny died was for someone to treat her like she was the most fragile thing in the universe, and no one had.
The person she blamed most for this, and was most angry with, was herself. She was angry with herself because she knew that if she'd even showed Alex a glimpse of how she was feeling, he would have done everything he could to take care of her, regardless of their past, or the fact that she was grieving for a man who she'd all but killed, or even the fact that the man she was grieving for was the man she'd broken up with Alex for. That wouldn't have mattered to him, and Izzie knew that now. She just wished she hadn't been so damn proud, too damn proud to admit to anyone that her coping mechanisms weren't working.
So Izzie just carried on trying to help Alex see that Rebecca needed proper help, while inside she desperately wished she could tell Alex how she felt but knew she never would. She would just go on feeling like this.
Until she saw Alex come through the ER doors, half carrying Rebecca and trying at the same time to staunch the bleeding from her wrists. Then, Izzie stopped feeling jealous of Rebecca, and started feeling fear. Fear for Alex, because he'd put his heart and soul into helping this poor woman, and Izzie didn't know how Alex would cope with this kind of failure.
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